if i could slit my belly open

and from my naked wound

pour out a stream of thick, black ink

spilling like tears from the eyes

of a broken child

if i could trickle words haphazardly

onto a sheet of wrinkled white paper

oozing passion, pain, tainted insanity

staining purity with vague and cryptic

syllables from the soul

then maybe i could master the obscure art

of intimate expression, and bring

consciousness and meaning back

to rediscover humanity